This
World Is Not For The Innocent

I’m not sure where this painting came from but the woman is stood over
the sitting man.

I can remember a young man where I worked gashing the top of this
head. Skin had broken and there was a finger of blood on the apex of his head.
He said it didn’t need attention but one of our colleagues (better not
mentioned names here) pressed her hand on his shoulder and pressed him down
onto a chair. With the help of First Aid box she proceeded to dab the cut and
clear up the flow. He was quite an innocent lad - quiet, a bit unsure of
himself. I can remember his eyes locked on her waist and, moreover, his neck
was reddening with blood.

Years later I bumped into him in a local garage. I’d taken my car
there for a new exhaust and he was sat there waiting for some work to be done.
We had a predictable chat alternating between“what
happened to?” and “can you remember...?” When I mentioned the time he gashed
his head he was surprised and uttered things like, “How the hell did you remember
that!” and “I’d hate to cross you - you must have a fabulous memory.” I only
remembered the scene due to the look in his eyes and the horizontal line of
blood moving up his neck - it was as though someone was tipping a jug of blood
into his body. The waist broadening out to hips had obviously burned into his
memory.

I’ve got some books on body language and looked up the akimbo (hands
on hips) posture. Its quite
a complex one with a few meanings:-